American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

[Ability: Unlocked when template progress reaches 5.0%]

[Playing Value: 0]

It really was Doomsday.

Pei Yuan felt relieved upon seeing the information on the panel, but he couldn't help but frown when he saw that the two columns for ability/role value were empty.

The ability obviously needs to be unlocked by playing a role to reach the next stage, but how do you get this role value?

Chapter 2 [Can you get stronger by sunbathing?]

After loading the role of the target, Pei Yuan began to think about how to play Doomsday.

As the name suggests, acting involves various degrees of acting, including physical actions and language, and it increases acting value points.

The most significant aspect of Doomsday is, of course, destruction.

However, the scenes of Doomsday were so devastating that they destroyed the heavens and the earth, and killed countless powerful beings. Now, with no weapons and limited abilities, he simply cannot replicate them.

Just as Pei Yuan was racking his brains trying to figure out how to break the deadlock and increase his role-playing value, a notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.

[Playing Value +1.]

Pei Yuan was taken aback and subconsciously opened the system panel. He saw that the number in the role value column had changed and was now a lone 1.

Although it is a small step in numbers, it is a giant leap in history.

Unfortunately.

However, there was no further increase, and Pei Yuan spent a long time trying to figure out where the role-playing value came from.

He couldn't help but carefully recall his previous actions, remembering that before his performance value increased, he seemed to have flicked his wrist.

Thinking of all this, he immediately sat back down in his previous spot, then, as always, flicked his wrist and rested it on the edge of the bed, while keeping an eye on his arm.

Within a few minutes.

The notification sound of "Playing value increased by one" came again.

Pei Yuan looked down at a ray of sunlight shining on the back of his hand through the narrow window. His gaze paused for a moment, and after a brief thought, he understood.

So, you gain "performance points" by absorbing sunlight? Similar to Doomsday Superman absorbing stellar energy and transforming it into this form?

In the subsequent tests, Pei Yuan verified this idea.

So his whole body squeezed into that narrow patch of sunlight, absorbing its energy to play a role.

Wanting to get more sunlight, Pei Yuan stretched both hands above his head, palms facing outwards, and stood upright.

Try to immerse your entire body in the sunlight, so that your posture looks as bizarre as possible.

[Playing Value +2!]

[Current role value: 13.]

At that moment, Pei Yuan had no time to pay attention to this. Seeing the completely different changes in the numbers on the panel, he was immediately overjoyed.

After immersing himself in the sunlight, his performance efficiency indeed improved.

So he straightened his body and persisted in the stiff posture.

[Playing Value +2!]

[Playing Value +1!]

[Playing Value +2!]

……

……

Despite the constant system notifications and the minutiae of progress, Pei Yuan was still filled with excitement.

In just a short while, the time has increased by dozens of points. At this rate, there should be enough time. Once it reaches 5%, the corresponding superpower will be unlocked.

Thinking about the vast world outside, Pei Yuan became more and more enthusiastic in imitating.

"Hey, Paul, look what that yellow-skinned monkey is doing! It looks so funny! Doesn't its movement look like a duck stretching its neck out? Haha!"

Inside the monitoring room, a man in a guard uniform patted the white man next to him and gestured with a mocking look to show him the surveillance footage.

“Attack, which superhuman is he imitating…?” Paul looked hesitant as he watched the Asian man’s movements on the monitor.

"Hey, this yellow-skinned monkey is lucky to be alive. He woke up and started causing trouble, imitating some superhuman. It can't be imitating the Lamplighter, can it? That freak of a lamplighter is one thing, but he doesn't seem that stupid!" Art laughed as he watched Pei Yuan's actions on the monitor.

Paul shushed him: "Att, are you out of your mind? Don't talk nonsense, the lamplighter is still here."

"What's there to be afraid of? That freak just went to the cafeteria," Art said nonchalantly.

Paul knew that Art had been raped by a fat superhuman, and since then he hated superhumans and spoke without restraint.

Fearing he might say something even more shocking, Paul quickly changed the subject, "This guy wasn't like this before, isn't this a bit abnormal..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Ate looking at him with a very peculiar gaze, which made Paul feel stunned, wondering what he had said wrong.

"Bohr, have you been working too long and been brainwashed by those pathetic idiots? Have you forgotten where you are? This is a mental hospital! That guy is mentally ill! It's only right that he's not normal!"

"Oh, I must have lost my mind..."

Hearing Art's laughter and curses, Paul realized how ridiculous his thoughts were, actually doubting the mental illness of someone.

Does a mentally ill person even need to be questioned?

To suspect that someone with a mental illness is abnormal is absurd. Isn't it normal for someone with a mental illness to be abnormal?

"Alright, take a look at the monitor. I need to prepare lunch for those poor guys!"

Seeing Paul slapping his head in frustration, Art smiled, shrugged, and walked out.

Inside the room, Pei Yuan continued his tireless practice, and the area exposed to more sunlight received more attention in his performance.

While Pei Yuan persisted in this action, the performance progress of the performance value conversion also became 0.8%.

The effect value increased by each irradiation can almost always be maintained at the level of 2, and even reaches 3 a few times.

The intense irradiation and stiff movements took a toll on my physical strength, not to mention the previous injuries I had.

Pei Yuan stopped his stiff movements, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat down on the edge of the bed to rest against the wall.

At that moment, a dark figure appeared in the doorway, and with a clang, the sturdy prison door was opened.

When Pei Yuan looked over and saw that it was a burly white man in a security guard uniform, a loaf of bread was casually tossed in.

The bread bounced on the ground, rolled a few times, and then turned into a dark, murky mess.

Looking at the wrecked food, Pei Yuan couldn't help but feel anger, but he remained seated on the bed without moving.

"Hey, poor yellow-skinned monkey, today is your lucky day, God bless you, hurry up and eat the bread I gave you."

Looking at the motionless Asian youth in the room, Att smirked and then kicked the bread in front of him.

After the burly white man closed the door and left, Pei Yuan picked up the dusty bread and slowly wiped away the dust, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he did so.

He knew this burly white man; the security guard here, Art, was an ordinary person without superpowers who, after taking a job at the mental hospital, often took pleasure in bullying patients.

Of course, it's about bullying ordinary patients who don't yet have superpowers. Those with superpowers wouldn't dare, let alone mentally ill patients with superpowers.

As for the purpose, according to the staff's conversation, they suffered superhuman trauma.

They dare not confront superhumans, so they can only bully these mentally ill people for fun, so that when a mentally ill person becomes a superhuman in the future, they can claim to have defeated a superhuman.

Pei Yuan had been bullied by this guy before, and Pei Yuan vowed that when he got out, he would stuff this bread into that guy's anus if he had the chance.

Chapter 3 [Unlocking the Destruction Ray!]

"Art, you shouldn't have gone into the room. That's the lamplighter's privilege! What if that guy awakens superpowers..."

In the monitoring room, Paul, who had just seen clearly what Yate had done through the surveillance cameras, couldn't help but issue a warning after Yate returned.

"Haha, Paul, what kind of hellish joke are you talking about? Look at the remaining superhuman freaks here, aren't they all left over from a bunch of dead trash? This guy can become a superhuman? Bullshit, he's just a lucky guy!"

Art wore a mocking expression, completely disregarding Paul's suggestion.

He's played with so many guys and opened so many cell doors, how could he not know which ones have superpowers!

Even if that yellow-skinned monkey becomes capable, would that guy who always wets his pants in the lab dare to lay a hand on him?

Seeing Ate's expression, Paul knew that further words were pointless, so he stopped talking.

Art, feeling lazy, sat back down in front of the monitor, his eyes constantly scanning the various screens, intently searching for something amusing.

His gaze lingered most often in one man's room; that man had a very large penis. He disliked superhumans, but he didn't dislike a man with a very large penis.

Pei Yuan swallowed the bread covered in black ash, then drank a few mouthfuls of water from the tap. Although it was hard to swallow, he had no other choice at the moment.

After resting to replenish his energy, Pei Yuan once again followed the meager sunlight, striking poses that maximized the area exposed to it.

Although the actions looked rather comical and bizarre, and although he knew there were surveillance cameras in the room showing such scenes.

But he didn't forget either.

He's a complete lunatic now!

In previous memories, the predecessor also had various strange actions or imitated others.